I Have a Three-Realm Auction System

They naturally knew what Zhou Fan said about going to the heavens was to help Menglai remove the sealed memory.

However, the heaven is an unknown world to them, and there is also a gate of heaven in it, and it may not be easy to enter it.

"Have you decided?" Menglai looked at Zhou Fan and asked seriously.

"Yeah!" Zhou Fan nodded.

"I'm going out to get some air." Menglai put down the dishes, turned and walked out of the room.

"What's wrong with her?" Zhou Fan was like Zhang Er's monk, puzzled.

"I'll take a look." Wen Ting said, turning around and walking out.

Seeing this scene, he smiled and looked at his nose, his nose at his mouth, his mouth at his heart, and he ate the drumsticks for himself.

"Hey! I really don't understand the adult world. I really like it, so why don't you tell me." Muttered with a smile, looking in the direction Menglai left.

"You can't stop your mouth even after eating." Zhou Fan picked up a piece of ribs and stuffed it into the middle of Xiaoxiao's mouth.

"Master, sister Menglai likes you, don't you know?" Xiaoxiao took off the ribs and said very seriously.

"Why would she like me?" Zhou Fan shook his head. Menglai is the saint of the Demon Realm, standing on the opposite side of him, how could she like him.

Besides, even if Menglai likes him, he can't like her, because he already has Wen Ting and Yan Shuimo in his heart, and maybe he can't hold another woman anymore.

"Hey! The world of your adults is really too complicated. It's better for children. It's carefree when eating and sleeping." He muttered with a smile, then lowered his head and ate the ribs.

Zhou Fan couldn't help but sigh softly as he looked at the direction where Menglai and Wen Ting were leaving.

He knew a little bit about Menglai's thoughts, but it was good fortune.

Menglai came to the courtyard and sat down on the swing beside the courtyard pool.

"Did you fall in love with Brother Fan?" Wen Ting came to her behind, pondered for a moment, and still asked.

"Fell in love with him? How could I fall in love with him!" Menglai was taken aback, sitting on the swing and swaying gently, beautifully.

"Perhaps you don't even know when you fell in love with Brother Fan." Menglai's little thought may be enough to pass others, but to her, it has no effect.

She and Menglai have been together for many days, and she still has a little understanding of Menglai's character. Before Zhou Fan proposed to go to the heavens, she knew from Menglai's reaction that Menglai had something inside.

It is very possible that Menglai has fallen in love with Zhou Fan.

"I am the saint of Demon Demon Realm, and I'm on the opposite side of Zhou Fan. How can I fall in love with Zhou Fan?" Menglai chuckled and shook his head.

"Although you don't admit it, some things are unavoidable. If you really like Brother Fan, you must tell him." Wen Ting said.

Immediately, Wen Ting walked into the house.

And Menglai, still sitting on the swing, rippling slightly, like her mood at this moment, there was waves.

After dinner, Zhou Fan took Menglai to the Yan's home to visit Mr. Yan.

A while ago, Zhou Fan promised Yan Changqing that he would go to Yan's house when he had time to visit Mr. Yan, but during this period of time, he had been entangled in devilish affairs and did not spare any time.

After the Battle of the Icefield was over, Zhou Fan continued to heal his wounds, which was delayed.

The Yan Family Courtyard was not far from the city garden, and at the speed of Zhou Fan and Menglai, it was only a moment away.

"You all go away for me, I don't want you to take care of you, none of you are my granddaughter."

As soon as Zhou Fan and two fell into the other courtyard, a voice came from the other courtyard, and the voice was full of anger.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Fan saw that a group of servants were driven out, including Yan Changqing.

"Uncle Yan, what's wrong?" Zhou Fan asked.

"The old man's illness is getting more and more serious. Now he still has some dementia, he kept shouting for ink and wash." Yan Changqing sighed.

"That's it." Zhou Fan nodded.

Old man Yan had a late-stage bone cancer before, and later he took the Yannian Yishou Pill filmed from Zhou Fan, which saved his life.

However, during this time, he seemed to have Alzheimer's, and sometimes he couldn't even remember who he was.

However, he remembered a person, that person was his granddaughter, Yan Shuimo.

"This is?" Yan Changqing looked at Menglai next to Zhou Fan. The moment he saw Menglai, his heart trembled, because from Menglai, he felt a familiar breath, this breath It is very similar to Yan Shuimo.

"You are ink and wash!!" Yan Changqing asked.

"Uncle Yan, she is not ink and wash, he is Menglai, I brought her here today to visit you and my father." Zhou Fan relieved.

Menglai is Yan Shuimo, as long as he knows about this, it is not suitable to tell Yan Changqing in this situation, after all, this is really incredible to him.

"I'm Menglai, Yan Shuimo's good friend." Menglai nodded and said.

After entering the courtyard, she also had an unspeakable sense of familiarity, as if she was living here.

Especially after seeing Yan Changqing, this feeling became stronger.

At this time, the memory of the sealed Yan Shuimo in his mind was also violently fluctuating, and it seemed that he wanted to break the seal, but the gloss flowed on the seal, suppressing it.

"Look at me, I am really confused. The ink wash is no longer there." Yan Changqing sighed. There was a trace of loneliness in his expression.

"If you don't mind, I will visit you often in the future." Menglai laughed.

"That's really great." Yan Changqing smiled. What the old man fears most is being alone. It will undoubtedly be much better to be accompanied by someone.

"Let's go in first." Yan Changqing led Zhou Fan and Menglai into the villa.

At this time, the living room of the villa was a mess. There were broken vases, tea cups, and scattered fruits on the ground, showing how much fire the old man had made before.

Elder Yan, sitting on the sofa at this time, his eyes closed slightly, his head hung down, his hair turned a lot whiter, and his old face was even more lonely.

"Master, I came to see you, do you still recognize me?" Zhou Fan came to Master Yan and said softly.

Hearing Zhou Fan's words, Old Man Yan slowly raised his head and opened his slightly closed eyes, "You are Zhou Fan, I know you, and our ink painting also likes you, you are here, does ink painting follow you? Woke up?"

"This..." Zhou Fan didn't know how to answer, and looked at Menglai.

"Ink and wash, my poor child." Following Zhou Fan's direction, the old man Yan burst into tears, his body trembling thinking Menglai came over.